North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

In the quiet woods, five cars drove on the dirt road in the forest with mottled light and shadow, kicking up bursts of dust wherever they passed.

At the front was a Santa Barbara County Sheriff's patrol car, followed by three black Escalades, and finally a Ford F150 Raptor with a paddle board strapped to it. The entire convoy looked nondescript.

In the car, Locke apologized to Jennifer Gray: "Sorry, this date seems to have been messed up again..."

It was obviously a two-day date, but now it had to be terminated early.

Jennifer Gray shook her head, skillfully leaned over and kissed Locke, and smiled: "No, nothing is more interesting than this date. We are very happy, aren't we? I have seen your swimming skills, you are a veritable Aquaman ! Hahaha, I know that you have great cooking skills, and that you are a very good policeman and a sharpshooter. This is cool and makes me feel safe. Well, you also found four people who deserve to go to hell. Scum, the dead souls have been saved, and now we are following the FBI to rescue the victims. Is there any better experience than this?"

Before, Detective Hunter threw Locke his job card as an FBI special adviser. From then on, Locke could legitimately participate in FBI cases.

However, he does not have independent investigative powers.

After consulting Jennifer Gray for her thoughts, Locke also agreed to Detective Hunter's invitation and decided to come to the crime scene to observe.

Afterwards, Locke took out all the ingredients and made breakfast. Anyway, the camping was going to end early.

Taking into account his appetite, he specially prepared three days' worth of ingredients for this camping trip, which was enough for everyone on site.

So everyone at the scene, except for the three corpses, enjoyed a delicious and hearty breakfast. They had only eaten a hamburger for breakfast before.

However, enjoying a sumptuous breakfast next to the corpse was an unforgettable experience for everyone.

Fortunately, the scene created by Locke was too bloody.

"Is it almost there?"

Noticing that the car in front of him began to slow down, Locke also stepped on the brakes. Sure enough, as soon as he turned, a wooden house in the forest suddenly opened up in front of him.

"boom……"

As soon as the car parked, the FBI agents got out of the car and immediately took out their guns and approached the cabin.

Seeing Jennifer Gray preparing to open the door, Locke quickly stopped him and said, "Don't go down yet, fuck..."

The door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and an old man with silver hair and dirty suspender jeans walked out of the wooden house holding a Springfield m1903 and shouted at everyone: "Who are you? What are you doing here? This is private Territory, get out of my house..."

The FBI agents stopped immediately, quickly retracted behind the car door, and shouted: "FBI, put down your guns..."

"FBI, you have been surrounded..."

"FBI, raise your hands..."

"..."

The old man seemed to have reacted after hearing the FBI's call. He immediately returned to the house and closed the door of the cabin hard.

At the same time, the FBI agents opened the trunk one after another, wearing body armor for those wearing body armor, and those for automatic rifles.

Damn, as expected of the FBI, he is so rich!

It's too luxurious. The standard equipment is hk416. Exquisite products like scar are not like lapd, which are all ar15.

Detective Hunter was hiding behind a car on the phone and yelled angrily into the phone, "Fuck, why is there still a person in the cabin? How the hell did you interrogate? Your negligence almost caused FBI casualties..." "

Locke's heart sank. It seemed that the survivor was in danger.

However, looking at the confused look on the old man's face, it seemed that he had not been notified by Brother Dan.

Locke saw a series of operations by the FBI, which looked very familiar to him, but the FBI was still a little more aggressive than Lapd, at least they didn't say they had to wait for swat.

At this time, Liv bent down and walked over, and Locke quickly lowered the window, "What's wrong?"

Liv hurriedly said: "Locke, Detective Hunter please come over..."

Locke warned Jennifer Gray, then opened the car door and followed Liv to Inspector Hunter's car.

Hei Lu Dan was hiding behind an Escalade and observing the cabin. He said directly: "Locke, I need your help. The intelligence is wrong. There is a gunman in the cabin. The victim's life will be in danger at any time. We don't have time." How about waiting for the sniper? Are you sure..."

Locke also observed the wooden house and found that the light inside was very dark. The curtains on the two windows were also closed, so he couldn't see the people inside at all.

He asked, "Is there a thermal imaging camera?"

Liv hurriedly replied: "Yes..."

Locke asked: "How is the situation inside the house?"

An FBI agent replied: "The gunman was hiding behind the door and observing us. Only two heat sources were seen in the house, one humanoid and the other seemed to be a stove..."

At this time, Detective Hunter's cell phone rang. After being connected, he listened for dozens of seconds. After hanging up the phone, he said: "Confirmed with the suspect at the hospital. The gunman in the wooden house is also one of the suspects. He was also involved." During their activities, the gunman was a ranger named John Snape, a veteran who had participated in the Vietnam War. His marksmanship was very accurate, so everyone paid attention..."

Locke immediately said: "Give me the gun..."

The FBI agent hurriedly looked at Detective Hunter. After seeing him nod, he handed the HK416 with the thermal imaging scope to Locke.

Locke took the gun and asked, "What kind of bullet is it?"

He also removed the magazine and checked it, and found a touch of green in front of the bullet. It was okay, it was an armor-piercing bullet.

The FBI agent replied: "5.56x45mm green warhead, I'm not sure if it can penetrate wood..."

Locke said nothing and pointed the gun directly at the wooden house. Through thermal imaging, he found that the old man was still hiding at the door and looking out.

He looked away and observed again, and found that the structure of the wooden house did not seem to be made of whole wood, but wooden boards, and he suddenly felt confident.

The FBI agent must have been too nervous and did not carefully observe the structure of the wooden house.

Locke put down the gun and said to Detective Hunter: "The door is made of wooden boards, and the m855 should be able to penetrate it..."

His implication was to let the FBI shoot himself. Under the thermal imaging, the suspect's striking surface was clearly visible.

Detective Hunter said without hesitation: "You do it!"

Upon hearing this, Locke aimed his gun at the wooden house again. Seeing that the suspect was still behind the door, he fired without hesitation. With a bang, the 5.56x45mm green bullet flew towards the wooden house at a speed of 1000 per second.

There was a "click".

The person in the thermal imaging fell to the ground. Locke put away his gun and said confidently: "Done!"

Detective Hunter stared at Locke for a moment, then waved to the FBI agent: "Go in and search for the victims..."

Soon FBI agents found the victim from the basement of the wooden house. The victim was naked, blond, with unhealthy white skin. He was in a daze and had a shriveled figure due to malnutrition.

Also found with the victim were a dozen pieces of women's underwear of various styles.

Detective Hunter immediately made a phone call, and then professionals were needed to recover the victim's body, and more forensics personnel were needed to collect evidence.

Because she had been imprisoned in the basement for a long time, in order to avoid hurting the victim's eyes, the FBI directly put a hood on her.

But from beginning to end, this woman was calm and clearly mentally disturbed.

Liv hurriedly called Jennifer Gray, a doctor, to help take care of her. At this time, Locke also walked into the wooden house and saw the old man lying in a pool of blood.

After the m855 penetrated the wooden door, it directly opened a hole in his chest. The amount of bleeding was quite large. The old man still held the Springfield m1903 in his hand.

He shook his head. Although he had participated in the Vietnam War, he was old and his reaction was too slow. He had no chance of winning when faced with the crushing force of modern technology.

What kind of veteran does not die, but just withers away? Isn't this kind of beastly thing done?

He could almost predict the public opinion that would arouse after this veteran's identity was revealed, but when he thought of the American Legion, uh, forget it, don't care about him.

Detective Hunter stood next to Locke and comforted: "Locke, you did a just thing, don't feel any psychological burden. He also committed ugly crimes against the victims..."

Locke rolled his eyes in his heart, I have a huge psychological burden!

However, he nodded with a heavy expression on his face and said: "I understand, Detective Hunter, can I ask you a favor..."

After hearing Locke's request, Detective Hunter looked at him in shock, shook his head and refused: "Sorry, I can't help you with this matter. This case is too big, and it is unnecessary. Our report will be truthful." describe……"

It turns out that Locke hopes that the FBI can delete his presence in this case, which is equivalent to giving all the credit for this case to the FBI.

Locke shrugged, looking helpless, "Okay!"

He really wanted to continue sleeping for a while, but it seemed he couldn't hide it anymore.